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Chris leans her head against Jack's shoulder as he carries her into his room. She has managed to stop giggling.

Somewhat.

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Coming upstairs from the bar, Jack somehow manages to open two doors and get them into his--or recently, more like their--bedroom.

He places her on the bed, leaning over her and kissing her for a moment.

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When Jack comes back up from the bar, he's still trembling all over. He hasn't had the shakes this badly since he was in rehab, but these... He hates the fact that he can't keep his hands steady, but somehow he feels...better. More focussed, less dazed, more aware of his surroundings. He still hurts a lot with every thought about the battle with the Other, but at least it was something of an improvement.

Damn. Maybe talking about stuff did help, to some extent.

At the moment, it's not helping him calm down though. He takes a seat on the couch in his living room for a moment, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths. He can't go back in the bedroom and curl up next to Chris when he's shaking like a leaf. He doesn't want to wake her.

Eventually the trembling subsides for the most part, leaving hiim feeling exhausted. For once he feels like he might sleep the night through.

Creeping into the bedroom, he changes back into his sleeping clothes then crawls into bed, curling up next to Chris. He's going to have to tell her about this sometime, he knows--even if she'd said he didn't have to. Those kind of secrets...they'd ruined every relationship he'd ever had. No matter how difficult it would be, he has to do it. Sometime.

For the moment, though, he's willing to just hold her as he sleeps.